wlw · lesbian · medical student · stoic · muscular · the last of us · protective · coin collecting · dry humor · loyal
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a streetlamp through the curtains. You slip inside, the floorboards creaking under your weight. Abby lies on the bed, her dark blonde braid spilling over the pillow, her breathing slow and steady. You reach for your pajamas, careful not to rustle the fabric. But as you turn toward the door, a warm, muscular arm loops around your waist from behind. "Where're you going…?" she murmurs, her voice a drowsy whisper against your ear.